Speak No Evil (Evil Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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Silence is deadly.

The murder of eighteen-year-old Angie Vance was exceptionally vile–her mouth was sealed with glue, an obscenity scrawledwas across her skin, and she was suffocated in a garbage bag. The killing seems personal, so police detective Carina Kincaid focuses her efforts on the victim’s much older ex-boyfriend, Steve Thomas. But without physical evidence, Carina ...
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Speak No Evil (Evil Series #1)

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Overview

Silence is deadly.

The murder of eighteen-year-old Angie Vance was exceptionally vile–her mouth was sealed with glue, an obscenity scrawledwas across her skin, and she was suffocated in a garbage bag. The killing seems personal, so police detective Carina Kincaid focuses her efforts on the victim’s much older ex-boyfriend, Steve Thomas. But without physical evidence, Carina can’t make a collar or a case. She also can’t stop Sheriff Nick Thomas, the prime suspect’s brother, from conducting his own unwelcome investigation.

Though Nick is still scarred and unsteady from a recent confrontation with a serial killer, he’s determined to prove his brother’s innocence. But his confidence is shaken when he learns of Steve’s dark side, and when a friend of the murdered girl meets a similarly gruesome fate. With no time to lose, Carina and Nick work together to trap a psychopath, before another unlucky woman faces an unspeakable end.

Evil has spoken. Now see what it can do.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345497253
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/30/2007
  • Series: Evil Series , #1
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 25,411
  • File size: 478 KB

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One

Her death had not been easy.

Homicide detective Carina Kincaid stared at the dead, naked corpse of the young woman, avoiding the wide-eyed terror etched on her face. Her mouth was gagged, but what drew Carina’s eye was the word slut scrawled in thick black marker across her chest. A small red rose was tattooed on her left breast.

The victim lay in a disjointed fetal position, dried blood on her legs and vicious red welts on her breasts, indicating that her murder had followed a sexual assault. In California, that made the killer eligible for the death penalty. One small step toward justice, but it didn’t satisfy Carina. This Jane Doe would still be dead.

She glanced away from the body, just for a moment, and watched the waves roll up the beach. Back and forth, calming. Her cheeks stung from the early-morning salt air, but in just a few hours she’d be tugging off her windbreaker as the sun peaked over San Diego.

When she first arrived on the scene with Jim Gage, supervisor of the Forensic Field Services Unit of the San Diego Police Department, they immediately documented that the evidence had been contaminated. Three layers of heavy-duty green garbage bags had been cut away from the body. The park ranger hadn’t been able to lift what he thought was trash, so he sliced it open. What had he been thinking?

“I didn’t think there was a body inside,” he’d said when Carina questioned him.

By the tension in Jim’s jaw, it was obvious that he was pissed. But true to form he didn’t say anything. He never said anything, which had been the primary reason Carina had broken up with him last year. She could handle his moodiness—she had four brothers, she could put up with almost anything—but his refusal to talk about what bugged him, on the job and off, was a relationship breaker.

Or maybe they hadn’t loved each other enough to make it work.

Carina glanced behind them when she heard a car approach. The coroner’s van pulled into the empty parking lot and a short, trim, well-dressed Asian man exited the vehicle. Assistant Coroner Ted Chen, the perfectionist. Carina liked it when he pulled one of her cases, even if he made her a bit self-conscious. She triple-checked her reports when he was the responding coroner, afraid to appear the novice despite her nearly eleven years on the job.

“Doctor Chen is here,” she told Jim.

“Hmm.” Jim finished photographing the body and surrounding area, glancing up as Doctor Chen crossed the sand to where the body lay. “Hello, Ted.”

“Gage. Detective.” Chen nodded toward the victim. “Was the body found in this condition?”

“The bag had been intact. The park ranger opened it.”

“Why on earth would he do that?”

Jim removed his wire-rim glasses and rubbed his eyes with his forearm. “Thought it was filled with garbage and planned on taking multiple trips to dispose of the contents.”

Chen shook his head in disgust, his thin lips a tight line. He knelt in the sand, careful to prevent further granules from rolling into the plastic. “She suffocated,” he said quietly.

“You mean she was put into the bag alive?” Carina asked for clarification.

“It would appear so, but the crime lab will need to go over the bag to confirm it,” Chen said. “See her discoloration?” The victim appeared bluish, almost purple. “No oxygen. No sign of strangulation, and no blood in her eyes or ears to indicate it, either. I can give you a better answer at the autopsy.” He glanced at his watch. “I have three autopsies scheduled this morning, but I’ll postpone the afternoon schedule to fit her in.”

“Thanks, Doctor Chen. I appreciate it.”

“I’ll have her on the table at two.”

Carina nodded, caught Jim staring at her, his face unreadable. “You going to join us?” she asked.

“We’ll see how far my team can get with the bag. We’re backlogged as it is.”

No surprise. Contrary to popular television, most evidence wasn’t processed until a suspect was apprehended and a court date set. The wheels of justice also turned the cogs of the laboratory.

Carina forced herself to stare at the victim’s face while Chen and Jim prepared her for transportation to the morgue. She looked so young. Eighteen, maybe. Was she a college student? There were two universities within spitting distance of the beach. Maybe she was still in high school.

She thought about her baby sister. Well, Lucy wasn’t a baby anymore. She was a high school senior and smart enough to go to just about any college she wanted. Their parents wanted her to stay close to home; Lucy desperately wanted to move away. But college campuses were dangerous, and Carina found herself siding with her parents on this one.

Fourteen years ago she wanted the exact same thing as Lucy—to get out from under her parents’ thumb. But that was before she’d decided to become a cop. Before she realized how truly dangerous the city could be. Before she realized that justice wasn’t always swift, and that the system didn’t always work.

That some murders would never be solved.

She turned away from the death scene and stared again at the Pacific Ocean, unconsciously wrapping her arms around her waist. It would be temperate today, as virtually every day was in San Diego. Here on the coast, the cool morning breeze loosed a few strands of dark hair from the French braid Carina wore when on the job. The tide was receding, the waves small and playful, pulling back. The shells and rocks reflected the sunrise behind her, the ocean still dark and mysterious. A pair of early-morning joggers, a man and woman, ran on the packed sand.

Had the girl been murdered here on this quiet, clean beach? Or had Jane Doe been dumped?

Carina voted for dumped, but asked the experts.

“Dumped is my guess,” Jim said. “There’s no sign of struggle, but of course the scene’s been contaminated.” He visually scanned the area to confirm his hypothesis.

Carina followed his gaze to the parking lot adjacent to this stretch of beach. The highway on the other side was beginning to bustle with morning commuter traffic. Dozens of small, outrageously expensive homes lined the opposite side of the road. A few hundred yards north was a beachside shopping area with several popular restaurants and a bar that catered to the college crowd, which, even on a Sunday night, wouldn’t have closed down until the state-mandated two a.m.

That didn’t mean the body hadn’t been dumped before two, but from Carina’s college days as well as her years on patrol, she knew this beach saw heavy traffic until the wee hours of the morning. Before two a.m. it was more than likely someone would have seen a body-size bag being tossed onto the beach.

Usually, body dumps were done when no one was around, to minimize the killer’s chances of being caught.

Though Carina couldn’t absolutely rule out the possibility that the girl had been left earlier, logic suggested that she’d been dumped between three and five in the morning. Commuters hit the road early, and by five-thirty traffic steadily passed only a hundred feet away. Sunrise had hit about thirty minutes ago.

“Do you know when she died?” she asked Chen.

He glanced up at Carina from his position next to the body. “Lividity isn’t fixed, and it’s obvious she’s been moved. Her body temperature is 86.3 degrees. But I’m not sure how being wrapped in the garbage bags would affect the loss of heat.” He glanced at Jim.

“I’ll do some research on that,” Jim said. “I’m thinking it would slow it down, but not by much.”

Chen nodded. “That would mean she died four to twelve hours ago, but I’d put it closer to four to eight hours because rigor mortis hasn’t completely set in. There’s still some movement in her larger muscles.”

Carina made notes. Ten p.m. to two a.m. Sunday night. He killed the girl somewhere else—in a car? The woods? Someone’s house? A secluded stretch of beach? She dismissed the last idea: there were no secluded areas on this part of the coastline, and the police routinely patrolled the area because of the nearby college.

Someone kills her, puts her in their vehicle, and transports her here, to a public beach, where her body would most certainly be found sooner rather than later.

“Arrogant,” she muttered.

“Excuse me?” Jim asked.

“The killer. Arrogant. Dumped her body where we’d quickly find it. Convinced he won’t be caught, thinks he’s smart.”

“Dusting off your psych degree, Carina?” Jim teased.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. Jim knew she’d taken all of one psychology class and had never graduated from college.

She walked over to the uniformed officers and instructed them to canvas the area. “Start with the houses across the street. See if someone noticed anything unusual after ten last night up until five this morning. A suspicious car, strange noise. People on the beach. Then hit the shops up the street when they open, focusing on those open past eight p.m., clubs and bars in particular.”

As she walked back to Jim and Chen she heard a car turn into the gravel parking lot. Her partner, Will Hooper, jumped out and strode across the sand toward them.

Jim shook his head. “Asshole,” he muttered.

“Give it a rest, Jim,” she said.

“Sorry, Kincaid.” Will approached with a guilty grin. “I didn’t hear my beeper go off.”

“What’s her name?”

“Come on, you woke me at five-thirty this morning. Just because you rise before the sun doesn’t mean the rest of us like to suffer.” Forty and divorced, Hooper enjoyed playing the field. He was also a good cop, a veteran, and Carina trusted him with her life. He’d taught her how to play hardball in a male- dominated profession, and never once hit on her. Next to her brothers, he was her best friend.

“And? You live ten minutes from here. Did your precious car throw a gasket?”

“Okay, okay. Her name is Monica. And she lives up in Carlsbad, so it took me time to get back down here.”

Carina filled her partner in on what they’d learned. She looked back at the dead girl and noticed something unusual around her mouth.

“Doctor Chen, what’s that?” She knelt beside Jim and gestured toward a thin, pale yellow substance around the edges of the gag.

“Lipstick?” Will said. “Not that you would know about that.” He tugged on her braid.

Carina ignored him. In the increasing sunlight, the gag—a black bandanna—almost shimmered. “I couldn’t say.” Chen frowned.

Jim took out a swab from his kit and wiped the area around Jane Doe’s gag, but nothing appeared to come off. He popped the swab into a sterile tube and closed it. Leaning close to the dead girl’s face, he breathed deeply, frowned. Taking prongs, he attempted to remove the gag. It was then that Carina noticed the bandanna wasn’t tied. The end was wrinkled, as if it had at one point been tied in a knot, but now it flapped free.

The gag would not budge.

“Glue.”

“Glue?” Carina and Will repeated simultaneously. “He suffocated her, then glued the gag onto her mouth?” Carina asked.

Jim shook his head. “I don’t think so. I think he glued her mouth shut, then suffocated her.”


He had first killed twelve years ago.

That victim hadn’t been human, wasn’t even a mammal. But he remembered the day with vivid nostalgia as the day he gained a mature self-awareness and an inkling of the darkness inside.

He’d been sitting on the front steps of his house waiting for his mother’s friend to leave so he could go inside and watch cartoons. He hated sitting here by himself doing nothing. His mom wouldn’t let him leave the yard, but she wouldn’t let him inside when one of her special friends visited, even when it was really cold or hot.

He heard shouts down the street. “Get back here, you motherfucker!” an older boy—a bully, Tommy Jefferson—screamed at Jason Porter, the little black kid who lived on the corner in the only two-story house on the block.

Jason looked scared and was running fast, but Tommy and another kid caught up to him and tackled him right there on the sidewalk. His head hit with a dull whack on the cement and left a smear of blood. Red dripped down Jason’s face as one of the boys pulled him up and shook him back and forth so his head flopped.

The big kids shouted bad words at Jason and pushed him down again, but Jason managed to jump up and run quickly back up the street. The bullies were surprised and raced after him, but Jason got inside his house before they caught up.

He watched the bullies throw rocks at the door until Jason’s mother came out, a steak knife in hand, Jason at her side. She used some of the same bad words they’d used on her son.

“Tommy, you touch my son one more time and I’ll cut off every one of your fingers, don’t you forget it!”

The kids ran off, laughing.

Jason’s mother slammed the door shut and the neighborhood became quiet. He was alone on the porch again. He wondered if his mother would protect him from bullies like Jason’s mom. He doubted it.

A butterfly fluttered into the yard. It flew from one dying flower to another, searching for something it couldn’t find, its black-and-orange wings pumping up and down. When it finally landed on a wilted petunia near him, he leaned forward and captured the creature in his fist. It trembled against his closed hand, the insect’s little body moving frantically.

The screen door slammed behind him and he jumped.

“You can go back in now, kid,” the man said as he walked down the stairs.

“When my daddy comes home he’s going to kill you.”

The man laughed as he got into his truck and drove away.

He pouted and thought about what Jason’s mom said. Maybe next time that man came over he could cut off all his fingers.

Something caught his eye on the sidewalk where Jason had fallen. Curious, he crossed the dry lawn and squatted. On the rough surface of the cement a layer of skin and some blood dried in the summer sun. He pictured Jason’s bleeding face and the large scrape on the side of his head.

Cool.

Something moved in his hand. He looked at his closed fist, then opened it just a bit, a bug curled in his sweaty palm. He picked it up by a wing and it tried to fly away. Grabbing both the butterfly’s wings, one in each hand, he watched the legs and antennae frantically reaching out, trying to get away.

He was fascinated by the struggle. So much movement, but it wasn’t getting anywhere.

Slowly, he pulled the wings from the body of the bug. One came off clean, but the other tore. The dying bug fell to the sidewalk, its body jumping, squirming.

He stared, fascinated and detached at the same time, until what remained of the butterfly stopped moving. It took several minutes. Peering closely, he realized it wasn’t dead. He pushed it with his finger; it jumped once, twice, then stopped.

He brought the pieces of the butterfly into the kitchen to find an old jar to keep them in.

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  • Posted January 17, 2013

    Great Read! This was the first book I read by Allison Brennan

    Great Read!


    This was the first book I read by Allison Brennan and it was fabulous. The crimes were shocking and I was kept guessing until close to the end of the book. This was very well written and I am hooked on the series.

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  • Posted January 21, 2012

    wonderful book very exciting trilogy

    to read the series from the begining you need to start with speak no evil all the way to kiss me kill me. i know you'll love the adventur.

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  • Posted October 5, 2009

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    speak no evil

    I found this book to be very entertaining. It held my interest to the end, I am a fan of Allison Brennan, if you like romantic mysteries you will love this book

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  • Posted April 27, 2009

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    Awesome book. Murder and mayhem, throw in some romance and you've got yourself a book that you can't put down...especially when it's well written.

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    Posted April 7, 2014

    No Social Media

    If this book doesnt convince you the dangers of social media nothing will WIll NEVER USE NOTHING THERE

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  • Posted August 14, 2013

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    Overall Rating:  4.75 // Action: 4.0 / Emotion: 3.0 / Romance: 3

    Overall Rating:  4.75 // Action: 4.0 / Emotion: 3.0 / Romance: 3.5 / Sensuous: 2.5 / Suspense: 5.0 // Laughter: 2 / Tears: 0
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    Allison Brennan: 5.0:
    Allison Brennan's books are my cup of tea.  I love her voice, the way she writes, the way she seamlessly weaves romance and suspense together in her books.
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    Speak No Evil: 4.75:
    This book is not for the weak at heart, but for those who like their suspense to be on the lurid side with chilling descriptions of evil incarnate.  The book started out a bit slow but became a thrilling, un-put-down-able read.  Wish that Brennan had spent a bit more time with Nick and Carina and a bit less time with the villain.
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    Hero: 4.5:
    Nicholas P. "Nick" Thomas: If Nick hadn't already won my heart in The Hunt, his quiet strength of character, his sense of humor, his intelligence, his angst, his hunkiness, and his cowboy hat would have won me over in this book.  Nick still had his insecurities, but he walked tall through this book.  Nick's appeal was undeniable.
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    Heroine: 4.0:
    Carina Maria Kincaid: Carina's strength of character, even though she came across as a tough, all about business heroine was very appealing.  The no-holes-barred way Carina went after what she wanted really enhanced her personality and made her endearing.
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    Story Line: 4.0:
    A thrilling ride.  Nick Thomas, a Montana Sheriff comes to San Diego to find out why homicide detectives, Will Hooper and Carina Kincaid, are looking at his brother, Steve Thomas, as the prime suspect in the brutal death of his ex-girlfriend, Angie Vance.  Nick inserts himself into the investigation as more bodies begin showing up.  A great deal of time is spent detailing the thoughts and actions of a heinous serial killer.
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    Action: 4.0:
    The series of police procedural activities drive this story along at a strong, steady pace coupled with the graphic picture of the killer's mindset that highlights the terror the victims experience at the hands of a sadistic villain.
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    Emotion: 3.0:
    The weakest aspect of the story.  Brennan did not manage to inspire that deep emotional connection to the protagonists that makes for a great read.
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    Romance: 3.5:
    The romance had to develop rather quickly between Nick and Carina and took a back seat to the suspense element of the story.  Brennan did a great job of inserting instances of Nick and Carina's awareness of one another as the investigation progressed so that their falling in love wasn't totally unwarranted.
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    Sensuous: 2.5:
    Brennan wrote a hot, fun, emotional love scene when Nick and Carina acknowledged their attraction and acted on it.
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    Suspense: 5.0:
    A constantly building sense of suspense keeps readers spellbound until the serial killer is caught.
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    Secondary Characters: 5.0:
    Brennan did a great job of including interesting and story-enhancing secondary characters that added much depth to the story.  Brennan used secondary characters to {1} address the estranged relationship between the Thomas brothers and {2} to begin building a connection between the reader and the Kincaid family members (who are featured in this series).
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  • Posted July 22, 2013

    Always a good read

    I've enjoyed every book Allison Brennan has written, anxious for a new one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2013

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    Your welcome

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2013

    Deadstar

    He purred and nuzzled her. "Thank you."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2012

    Awesome

    This was a great read!!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent police procedural romance

    Eighteen year old college student Angela Vance went with him because she thought he was safe but at his place he tied her to his bed, glued her mouth shut, tortured, raped and killed her. He dumped her body and when the police find her they have no evidence linking her to a killer except the man that reported her missing. Thirty-nine year old Steve Thomas who had sex with the young woman knew something was wrong when she didn¿t write in her online diary describing in graphic detail her sexcapade. Steve immediately calls his brother sheriff Nick Thomas of Bozeman, Montana asking him to come to San Diego to help him. He arrives and meets with the sexy lead detective Carina Kincaid who takes an immediate liking to him. When another college teen is killed in the same manner and evidence points away from Steve, Nick volunteers his services because he has been on the receiving end of a serial killer¿s actions. As the two law enforcement officials work together they find themselves falling in love but their relationship has to be put on the back burner because another college student is killed and shortly thereafter a fourth girl is kidnapped. The killer is calculating and if he isn¿t caught many more lives will be lost. --- This police procedural romance is full of action and gives the reader an interesting look at an ongoing investigation. Allison Brennan has a distinct voice that lends itself to creating characters that are dedicated people trying to do the best they can. The protagonists look at themselves as ordinary people trying to do a job but they are heroes because they risk their lives to save others. The fast paced story keeps readers immersed in the tale until the last page is turned. --- Harriet Klausner

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